Martie

When: November 1995 to February 1996

Status: Married for 7 years (2nd marriage), two kids (shared custody)

Occupation: Housewife

Meetings: 35

Age: 36
Quoteable:  "Is it really cheating if you don't feel guilty about it?"

And back to the old fuck rag, the LA X-Press. 

Because it's always recruit and recruit some more.   And if something works, keep using it.

In late 1995, I placed the following ad.

"32 year old freelancer looking for a married woman to play with. Safe sex, and I have proof of clean health. I live in the Inland Empire area and am seeking someone local. I love photography, eating out, and sports. Unmasked pic available upon request. Write or call......"

That wasn't the full ad, but you got the gist of it. A few days later, I got a call. A lady named Martie left me a voice mail, saying 

"Hi. I'm calling you about your ad. My name is Martie and you can reach me at...."

I called her back and we chatted. She was 36, and had light brown hair, and said she was married and had two kids and she shared custody of them with her first husband.   . She had been married for 7 years and had been toying with the idea of having an affair. She had just lost her job as a data entry supervisor at a company in Riverside because it had outsourced its data entry department. 

"I thought I'd look for something to fill up my time before I hit the job market again."

To cite a familiar refrain, her husband wasn't giving it up enough. So she decided that she had to do what she had to do. We chatted for about forty five minutes and made plans to meet the next morning for breakfast.

She lived in a place I could never get away from: (you guessed it) Lake Elsinore.

The next morning, my cell rang at nine. "Hi! See you in half an hour at Denny's?" "Sounds great."

When I walked into the restaurant, I saw a lady sitting down. She looked up.

"Ryan?"

"Hi. Wow....you ARE in great shape!"

"Thanks! Lots of running and weight lifting!"

We were seated and ordered our breakfast. As we were sipping hre coffee, I asked, "Have you ever cheated, if you don't mind me asking?"

"No, I don't mind. And no, I haven't. But I'm sick of not getting any sex. We were great up until a couple of years ago. But he seemed to lose interest....I didn't. I don't think it's asking too much to get fucked once a week."

"Well, you'll be getting it more than once a week from me if you want."

"I'm counting on that. You ever cheat?"

"Quite a few times. But I'm clean and always use rubbers."

Our breakfast came (as she soon would), and we continued to chat. I liked her. Definitely would be a woman who wouldn't demand a lot of my free time but would want lots of sex. Sometimes I like that extra stuff an affair brings: dinner, movies, etc... But I wasn't in the mood for anything but tapping some ass. And neither was Martie.

We finished up and had another cup of coffee. I looked at her and said, "You want to start this today?" "Yeah. I need to get laid."

We finished up and we drove to her place. Her house was situated on a remote road about a mile from the lake itself. That made me a little nervous.

When poaching a wife, I really prefer to park down a street where there are other houses and cars, or even in a parking lot in a mall or shopping center.

Dude comes home and sees a strange car.....well, then you don't have the few moments of shock to regroup and run and/or protect yourself. Especially if he's already suspicious that his wife is spreading for another guy.

"Don't worry about it. He works in Escondido (about 45 miles south) and never comes home early."

Never say never. To top it off, there was no chain lock on the door. I felt like I was really working without a net. Martie, however, didn't seem to give a rat's ass.

She started stripping and  said, "C'mon....,don't be shy." 

I got my clothes off and revealed my hard cock. Martie came over and we made out for a few minutes. I ran my hands all over her  body.

And so was my cock. Martie got on her knees, put my cock in her mouth and gripped my ass in her hands. She slid her mouth all the way down the shaft, until she was practically deep throating me. The sensation of her solid grip on my ass pulling my cock into her warm mouth again and again had me on the edge. "Baby....gonna cum...."

Martie locked her grip on my ass even more and increased the pace of the blowjob. I couldn't get my mouth to ask her if she wanted me to pull out before cumming, but I figured that since she didn't stop sucking, it was okay. I groaned, "Cummingggggg....now......." and a couple of seconds later I shot a huge load of cum into her pretty little mouth.

Hammocks and sex....ehhhh.....

I heard her swallow and she looked up at me and smiled. "You like?" "I like." "Good!"

We went into the bedroom and I laid her down on the bed. She spread her legs and I went down and tasted her pussy.

I dived into Martie's pussy--which was already soaked--and spread her lips and went straight for her hard clit. As I sucked on it, I started fingering her pussy. It only took a minute before she arched her back and let out a loud groan and came. I kept eating her, sucking her pussy lips into my mouth and licking them. I took my finger out of her pussy and slid it up her tight asshole. A few minutes later, she came again. "Yeah.....nice....fuck......"

I crawled up to the top of the bed and we started kissing again. I then laid on my side next to her and felt up her tits. I never asked, but I'm pretty sure they were enhanced (I hate the word "fake"). But what do I know? I'm not a breast expert. An ass expert, definitely. But not a breast expert.

Regardless her nipples were hard and I was playing with them and rubbing them. We started kissing again and Martie reached down and started masturbating. I started sucking her nipples and slid my hand down past her hand and started fingering her asshole.

Her other arm was wrapped around my shoulder and we spent several minutes doing this. I would periodically take her nipple out of my mouth and encourage her to cum and tell her how much she turned me on. She couldn't say much, except "Yeahhhh..." "Okay baby...." Finally, the moans and gasping came again and she came.

Rural areas have their advantages.

I rolled off of her and she said, "Where'd you learn to fuck? Where'd you learn to make a woman cum?" "Practice, that's all." "Fuck, I guess so. Wanna fuck you...."

I rolled her over. I had to bury my face in her tight ass. "Soon. Not yet." I kissed every part of her ass. I licked and kissed the crease between the bottom and her thighs. I rimmed her crack. I massaged her ass cheeks.

Martie was already so amped up it didn't take much to get her close. Finally,

I shoved my tongue hard into her ass. I had my hands on her hips and was pulling her ass onto my face. She didn't even play with her clit. She had her hands on the mattress and was gripping her pillow like a vise. Soon, another orgasm hit her.

"Never had that done to me......ever....." she said.

"You do know I'm going to fuck you as much as possible, don't you?"

"Told you that you'd get once a week from me."

"No shit I will."

Like the saying goes, you never get a second chance to make a first impression. I almost always get a return visit, unless it's a one night stand. I know that I'll eventually get my cock inside of her. But the first time I fuck a woman, I want to make her cum so many times her head is spinning first.

We passed out for a little while, maybe an hour. I woke up and started kissing her. When she woke up, she stroked my hard cock and reached for a condom on her nightstand. I rolled it on and my cock sunk right into her wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around mine and I started pumping her hard.

The headboard was banging against the wall, and we were wearing out her bedsprings. She wanted to be fucked fast and hard, and that's what I wanted as well. After pumping her for several minutes, Martie came and said, "You close, honey?" "Very." "Fuck my tits. Come on them."

Titty fucks.....I love titty fucks. I ripped off the condom and straddled her chest. She pushed her big tits together and I started sliding my cock back and forth. Soon my precum had lubed them up and I was close to blowing my load. "Gonna cum.....Martie." "Cum all over me."

I obliged. I took another couple of thrusts and pumped all of my cum on her chin, neck, and tits. "Shit......unreal....." "Yeah....."

We just layed in bed for several minutes, kissing and running our hands over the other's body. She was such a turn on. I loved her muscles and physique. She wasn't as "girly" as most of the women I've fucked, and maybe she wasn't a beauty in the traditional sense, but she was extremely hot.

A half our passed and Martie looked down at my cock. "Looks like you got one more in you, Ryan." "I'm pretty sure I do." Martie starting jacking me and got me hard again. She then rolled a condom onto my cock and then grabbed some K-Y and handed it to me. Then she rolled onto her side.

"You into anal?"

"Love it."

"Me too. Hubby will do it sometimes, but I wish he'd do it more. Actually, I wish he'd do ME more....."

I put some lube on my finger and lubed her asshole up. Then she lifted her leg and I eased my cock into her ass slowly. We both groaned as it made it's way up her ass.

I then laid against her and put my hand on her hip and started fucking her ass. "Tell me when to go faster." "Okay, honey." I spent several minutes sliding in and out slowly. Martie was rubbing her clit and came again. She groaned, "Fuck me faster, honey."

I did. I spent several minutes sliding in and out of her ass fast and hard. She kept playing with her clit and eventually she came.....again. This lady was boosting my ego like crazy. After she came, I pulled my cock out, took off my rubber, and jacked off until I came on her ass and thighs. I was done. And so was she. We kissed some more and then I headed off to the showers and then home.

The wild thing was that I didn't need the Palm Pilot to help me out that first time. We continued to get together at least a couple of times a week over the next four months. Martie didn't keep up the pace she set for cumming on that first day, but I managed to give her plenty of orgasms. And I did introduce to the Pilot which, like usual, was a hit.

It was a blast while it lasted. But remember when I said, "Never say never"? Well, one day the following February, I was spending a few hours with Martie at her house. She was laying on her stomach with her legs spread nice and wide with me on her back. She always came loudly, and did again this time. I was ready to shoot my wad, so I pulled out and she said, "All over my ass, baby...." "Yeah....all over your hot little ass......" and drenched it.

She laughed and said, "Fuck, that was great!"

I took a shower and got dressed. I heard from Martie the next day.

"Hey baby. I hate to tell you this, but I can't see you anymore."

"Why not?"

"Somebody ratted us out. I don't know who, but it might of been one of our neighbors that drove by, or somebody kept noticing your car there so much."

"What neighbors?" I laughed.

"Well, there are a couple out there way down the road," she said laughing.

"Mike confronted me about it when he came home last night, and I copped to it."

"How mad was he?"

"Oddly enough, not all that mad. He wasn't thrilled, of couse. And he was hurt. But he said that he suspected that something was going on. Maybe I sent some unconscious clues, who knows?"

"So what now?"

"We're going to try and fix things. He's pretty forgiving. He has his faults, and man, so do I, but he's not spiteful or one to hold a grudge."

"Well, I'm sorry for messing things up for you."

"Don't apologize. I answered your ad, remember? And this marriage was already messed up. In a weird way, getting caught may have helped save it."

Go figure.

About a year later, Blondie wanted to lay out in the sun at the lake. I jumped at it. Alex always gets horny at the beach (and at the store, the doctor's, on airplanes, at restaurants) and I love fucking there. I was wearing a cap and sunglasses and driving her car, so I took that road Martie's house was on. As I drove by, I saw Martie and her hubby in their backyard grilling some food. So I guess they stayed together.

I just hope he started giving her what she needed in bed.

Oh, and I couldn't fuck Alex at the beach that day. Too many people around. I had to wait till we got home.

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Carol

Carol at the party.

When: October, 1998.

Status: Married 15 years, one child

Occupation: Business Analyst

Meetings: 5

Age: 37

If Terri thought I had "cheated" on her....she was right. I hadn't started up with Lacey yet, but there were a couple of other ladies.

One was Carol. I had met her at Jim's 35th birthday party. She was a friend of a friend of his, and I had met her once before. And the minute I saw her, I knew I wanted to get some fun from her. I ran into her around 9:00 that evening so I knew that I had to work fairly quickly. Even just to get her email or phone number.

After I was there an hour or so, I noticed Carol looking over my way. I smiled at her and motioned to my beer to see if she wanted me to bring her one. She smiled and nodded.

The first time I met Carol, it was at another party a couple of months earlier. And we came very close that night. But before we could exchange email addys or cell numbers, her husband unknowingly broke up any potential fun. I was really determined to see if I could close the deal this time.

I brought her a beer and we introduced ourselves.

"So, do we get lunch first or play around first?"

"Man, I'm not a huge fan of parties, you know? But hubby wanted to come....so you know....Aside from a few people, I really don't know too many here."

"Aside from my wife, you, and Jim, same here."

"That cute blonde in the black skirt....that's your wife, right?"

"Uh huh."

Alex had sequestered herself in the corner of the room with a girl named Jen. Before Alex and I got married, Alex had dated Jen for a few months. I don't know why they broke up, but for whatever reason, they went their separate ways. I had a feeling that Alex would make her way over and give me the code that would tell me, "I'm going to spend the night with this girl, is that okay?"

Carol was a business analyst (whatever THAT is) for a company in San Bernardino, California. She and her husband lived in Rancho Cucamonga and had been married for 21 years. They had a daughter who attended UCLA.

We really hit it off. We found a couple of chairs off to the side and got away from the party. The flirting was pretty heavy and I really wanted to get her into bed. I think she wanted to get me into bed as well. We still, however, did the small-talk dance. It didn't last long.

"So you strictly freelance? Or do you do contract work?" "I take a lot of short term assignments. Usually three to four months." "Well, sometimes my firm hires paralegals for a month or two to help out in our legal department. Want me to see what's going on?" "You gonna have lunch with me every day?"

She smiled.... "Well, I suppose we could. That all you interested in?"

"Well, you care to interview me privately?" "I think that's a good idea. But I can be a tough interviewer. Have you ever been interviewed like this before?"

Double entendre city going on here. I heard the theme to "Three's Company" going on in my head.

"Several times. I have quite a bit of experience. You given this type of interview before?" "A few times," she smiled. "So when would you like to conduct this interview?" "Well, I hate to procrastinate. Sooner the better." "I would love to be interviewed tonight." "Yeah...."

Okay, after that disgusting flirting session, I was in--or would be soon. Now it was just a matter of logistics. The logistics being my woman-loving wife and Carol's husband. Soon, one problem was solved. Alex came over, introduced herself to Carol, and told me that she was tired and that Jen would give her a ride home. And there was my code.

Jen would be giving Alex a dildo-ride after they got back to her place. That was the main ride Alex would be getting. And the hubby.....what to do....about the hubby.

You husbands really get in my way sometimes. I hate you cock-blockers!

Carol and I decided to wait awhile. We went around and talked to different people, all the while shooting each other looks. It looked like Carol's husband was having quite a few drinks, so hopefully he'd eliminate himself.

And he did.

Around midnight the party started breaking up. Carol's hubby was in no mood to drive, so she approached me and said, "Okay....I'll drive him home. He'll pass out. I'll give you a call on your cell and we can meet." "Okay, talk later."

Guys DO make passes at girls who wear glasses.

Carol and her husband left. I hung around awhile and decided to call Motel 6 in Ontario. Luckily, they had some vacancies. Soon everybody was gone and I helped Jim and his wife clean up. As I was getting ready to leave, my cell rang. "Hey, ready for our interview?" "Definitely. Meet at the Motel 6 on East Fourth Street?" "Awesome. See you in a few."

This Motel 6 was in Ontario, just a few miles away. I love Motel 6. Nice cheap rooms, relatively speaking. I hate the concept of having to pay for a room, though. But sometimes you have no other choice.

I got there before Carol and got a room. I waited in the lobby for a few minutes until I saw Carol pulling in. I went out to meet her. As she got out of her car, she laid a huge kiss on me. My already-hard cock got that much harder.

"Let's go, baby." Carol followed me to our room and we tore off our clothing. My cock was throbbing, but I knew we only had time for some great oral and one fuck. I gently guided Carol onto her stomach and spread her ass cheeks wide. The first phase of the interview would include a tasty ass rimming. I wanted to make this woman cum several times before we went home.

She was already breathing heavily as I made my first pass up her ass. She was groaning gently and I dragged my tongue back down to her asshole. I licked and teased around her asshole, pushing my tongue against it and kissing it. I spent a few minutes doing that and then guided my tongue inside. She jerked a little and groaned.

I started darting my tongue in and out of her ass, pushing it in and out and different angles and speeds. I'd keep it in there and move it around in a circular motion. The whole thing was driving her crazy. Finally, she started moaning and I started darting my tongue in and out as fast as I could and brought her to an orgasm.

I pulled my face out of her hot ass and rubbed it. "Man...." "That's just the start."

I rolled her over on her back and started sucking on her clit, which was hard and sticking out. A couple of minutes later she said, "Lemme suck you, Ryan."

I got on top of her with my cock over her face. She took it into her warm mouth and started guiding her lips up and down the shaft. I buried my face back into her pussy and started sucking that clit again.

I started working my magic as she was sucking my shaft. But I was interrupted. I thought I could hold off cumming until I got my cock in her pussy, but I was wrong. As Carol sucked me, she slid her finger up my ass. I just couldn't hold off. Luckily, I made her cum again before pulling my cock out and cumming all over her stomach.

I got off Carol and we washed up. I grabbed a towel and cleaned off her stomach, which was covered with my cum. "Fuck, I wish I had we had done this the first time we met." "Me too. Sure glad we both went to Jim's party."

I let Carol use the bathroom and when she came out, I used it. When I got back to bed, I said, "How much longer you got?"

"Oh....about forty five minutes, I'd say. That way, if he wakes up, I won't have been gone that long."

"What if he does wake up and asks where you've been?"

"I'd tell him I went to grab something at Denny's or Michael J's (a local coffee shop). But he'd probably call my cell if he woke up."

I started sucking on her tits again and played with her pussy. Soon, the Palm Pilot had taken flight and her shaved pussy was getting nice and wet. Then I started kissing her and she started grinding her hips and breathing heavily. She was about to cum when I slid my thumb in her pussy and my middle finger up her tight asshole and gave her a double finger fuck. She let out a loud moan and came hard.

I took my cock up to her face and had her suck me for a couple of minutes. She licked and sucked my cock and balls, and when I was at "full strength" again, I slid on a condom. Carol got on all fours and I guided my cock into her slick pussy and started pumping.

I love watching my cock slid in and out of a woman's wet pussy. Very hot. And I love smelling that pussy, too. About five minutes later, Carol started backing her ass into me and meeting my thrusts. My hands were on her hips, pulling her onto me. Soon she let out another groan and came.

Carol flipped over on her back and I spread her legs and started fucking her fast. I had about another minute or so until I stiffened and unloaded my cum into the condom. "Wow. Great. We'd better get going though," she said. I kissed her and we grabbed a shower.

I was soon to learn that there would be no sentimentality where Carol was concerned.

We agreed to touch base the next day and we checked out and headed home. I figured I'd be sleeping alone that night. I was wrong. About three in the morning, I was watching ESPN when I heard Blondie come in the door.

She smiled at me, and said,

"Now I know why I broke up with the bitch in the first place."

"And that is...?"

"Because she's a clingy, whiny, psycho. The sex was great. She could always make me cum. So we spend a couple of hours playing and I started wanting to get out."

"Why? I thought you would stay the night, being the bi-nypho you are."

"Shuddup, perv," she laughed.

"No. I just....I just wanted to get home. So I went to take a shower and when I got out, I started getting dressed."

"Okay....."

"And she got pissed that I wasn't spending the whole night. So we started arguing. I told her that I hadn't said I would stay the night and that she hadn't even asked. Then she started crying and said that I just used her for sex."

"Well, you did."

"Uh huh. And I was pretty clear about it at the party. Anyway, she told me to get the fuck out of her apartment."

"Nice."

"Yeah....so I said 'Thanks for the pussy. I'll tell my husband about it when I'm fucking him tomorrow!' and bolted! The last thing I heard was her calling me a cunt."

"Classy."

"Yeah! Women really piss me off sometimes!"

We headed off to bed. The next morning, Blondie fucked me like a wild woman. Twice.

Carol and I ended up meeting about four more times. And that was that. The whole mini-affair took about three weeks. After our last meeting, Carol was getting dressed and said, "Honey, I've had fun, but I think it needs to end."

"Any particular reason?"

"No. I don't want to sound cold....but I really just wanted to fuck you a few times. It's how I've always done it."

"Okay, that's cool."

"You were great, though. Seriously. I just can't keep an affair going."

I laughed and said, "Oh so you were using me?" She smiled and said, "Uh, yeah, pretty much! No, I like you. Just it's tough with the job and husband....." "I got you. No, it's fine. I had fun." "So did I."

I didn't hear from Carol again until I had moved to Ohio. I got an email from her. She said that she wished that she had continued and was sorry she ended it. I told her that it was fine and that she had been a blast.

Never heard from her again.

And I never DID get any paralegal work from her. I think that she was just trying to get me into bed.

I'm offended!

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